malloreigh

hey, kitty cats, i've got a zivity account now, so go friend me there if you've got it.

i'm to choose a poem from an anthology i've got for school to write a screenplay for. a presold property, so to speak. god i wish bukowski was in the anthology i've been assigned. i'd love to write a screenplay based on any of his poems, but his poems for jane are the first that come to mind:

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For Jane: With All The Love I Had, Which Was Not Enough by Charles Bukowski
I pick up the skirt,
I pick up the sparkling beads
in black,
this thing that moved once
around flesh,
and I call God a liar,
I say anything that moved
like that
or knew
my name
could never die
in the common verity of dying,
and I pick
up her lovely
dress,
all her loveliness gone,
and I speak to all the gods,
Jewish gods, Christ-gods,
chips of blinking things,
idols, pills, bread,
fathoms, risks,
knowledgeable surrender,
rats in the gravy of two gone quite mad
without a chance,
hummingbird knowledge, hummingbird chance,
I lean upon this,
I lean on all of this
and I know
her dress upon my arm
but
they will not
give her back to me.

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For Jane by Charles Bukowski
225 days under grass
and you know more than I.
they have long taken your blood,
you are a dry stick in a basket.
is this how it works?
in this room
the hours of love
still make shadows.

when you left
you took almost
everything.
I kneel in the nights
before tigers
that will not let me be.

what you were
will not happen again.
the tigers have found me
and I do not care.

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brilliant guy really. i should buy some books.
books. god. i've got so many to read. a couple murakami novels i picked up that i haven't touched yet, and so many others.



lately i've been watching lots of films. have i mentioned that? tonnes and tonnes of films. last night i had the pleasure of watching natural born killers on a giant projector screen. god i love that film. it's pretty brilliant. that's the third or fourth time i've seen it and every time i get something new.

i'm excited that on monday i'm watching blade runner with a friend - i have only seen it once and god knows that's not enough. (i hope you've seen it, too. if you haven't run off and rent it.)


deckard meets rachel.

i want to dress windowsill up like rachel. someone gave me that idea. i can't remember who, but it was brilliant. she still hasn't seen the film.

other films i've seen recently include in bruges, which was unexpectedly brilliant, and double indemnity, and where the wild things are, capitalism: a love story, 500 days of summer, the informant, whip it!, amelia, perhaps some others i've forgotten. the trouble is, once you get into watching films there's just so many more you need to watch.

i still haven't seen children of men. for goodness sake. i know, you're about to recommend me some brilliant film you love. go ahead. i want you to. tell me what i should watch.


if you're a fan of little hairs on women's bodies, look at this photo in full detail. that is how i look.

i worry sometimes about how my body is formed, where my hair is distributed, all that, but then i think about undressing a woman and falling in love with every part of her, even the flaws, and i realize that there is nothing to worry about.

lately my tumblarity has been skyrocketing. another reason not to get into a relationship. bad news when i start skipping class to tumbl, though. very bad news.